Can you see the blood on your hands? It burns bright in the dark! Listen. We will explain: how to wash yourself clean.
Saturday, 28 August 2010
a little story, Pt. 2
And for awhile the mother found a happiness and contentment that she had not experienced since she herself was a child, a kind of joy she had forgotten it was possible to even feel. It was like everything fitted, she was where she was meant to be she knew what it was that she had to do. And her baby son was happy too - he was a curious child, keen to look at all the world unfolding anew around him. He giggled sweetly at the cats playing in the garden and the birds flying high in the sky, and he stared softly and with infinite trust into his mother's eyes. He only ever cried when he couldn't see her, the one who had given him, unasked, access to this strange delightful place that so beguiled his naive and dizzy mind.
a little story, Pt. 1
One day a little boy was born. His mother couldn't have been more pleased, because she loved his father, even though he didn't love her back in quite the same way. "Within this child we two will always be together, mingled as one," she thought, and smiled as she held him up to her face for the first time.
So suddenly it didn't seem to matter so much that the father wasn't there to comfort her when she woke from her anxious nightmares, frightened in the depths of the night. And she wasn't alone anymore, she had this new tiny life, a light to keep her warm always forever more by her side.
So suddenly it didn't seem to matter so much that the father wasn't there to comfort her when she woke from her anxious nightmares, frightened in the depths of the night. And she wasn't alone anymore, she had this new tiny life, a light to keep her warm always forever more by her side.
Thursday, 26 August 2010
Wednesday, 25 August 2010
Tuesday, 24 August 2010
a modern fag's prayer
god who are youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
Imustdie?
Fine.
I must suffer
Until dead
In the dust?
No deal!
Whomsoever You
Art Be, See
Please...
I will shine
For life
For forging life
On the grandest
Scale I can
Imagine in
Limitations
For OUR sake.
You must fulfil
My one wish
For me to agree
Grant me love.
A! Men. ;-d
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone
Imustdie?
Fine.
I must suffer
Until dead
In the dust?
No deal!
Whomsoever You
Art Be, See
Please...
I will shine
For life
For forging life
On the grandest
Scale I can
Imagine in
Limitations
For OUR sake.
You must fulfil
My one wish
For me to agree
Grant me love.
A! Men. ;-d
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone
Location:Some meditative sphere
Hologram Spectacle
A man is talking crap
What if. None of us are human anymore. Weeeeeeeiiiiiiird. I myself am a grey dragon. Announce yourselves unto me as you would wish to present yourselves in the imagination.
Lo!
What if. None of us are human anymore. Weeeeeeeiiiiiiird. I myself am a grey dragon. Announce yourselves unto me as you would wish to present yourselves in the imagination.
Lo!
Location:Some hard sharp heart
Monday, 23 August 2010
Words
Gumball. Numbtits. Cuntfinger. Twatpusher. Labiasplitter. Demonsmasher. Titwanker. Murg. Newconcept. Filthsmotherer. Fathertoucher. Tabooquasher. Azazel. Lizardnanny. Vampiresquardron. Multirealtiy. Himspiracy. Spitsavourer. Naughtymother. Gurgledenuder. Skinflayer. Parenteater. Nephilimcatcher. Murderererer. Lifeicide. Purposedesiease. Splitseverthinker. MasterslavemasterMaster. Deathlife.
We are always watching.
We are always watching.
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